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we tend to stay on our comfort spot…

not minding days and enjoying sparks

little we know that we just cant stop…

and we’re stuck to one single dot

as time run by and sweat drops…

we become addicted to vice with price

it runs like hell within every vein…

that push us to cling on it stronger all throughout

our grip  will definitely stay forever…

the prints of our fingers will be unfathomable

so though we open our hands and let go…

it’ll never take away the mark left untold

in times when we decide to just give up…

and forget when  we were floating on clouds

look back on old marks and cracks…

then you’ll rekindle how it made you high once

there were times when all things seemed right…

laughter… tears… sorrow and fun run on my palm

suddenly my realm turned upside down….

that I’m now controlled and my light is down

i tried to walk and make my stand…

but little by little I’m drifting apart…

everyday i’m striving to breathe and spark…

but reality speaks, I’m indeed dying inside….

I know for a fact that all things are crap…

that I’m inside a world of numerous traps

I’m holding on something that soothes my heart

though I’m dying inside, they still pump my blood…

my eyes are open that I’m already trapped

and never will i be out of this hideous cracks…

i just wish those hands will help me throughout

coz i’ll let death crawl if they leave me aside…